So, some peeps liked the previous chapter, and I felt inspired, so imma carry on, for at least a bit.

To be completely honest, I felt kind of bad about yesterday, to say the least. After pretending that I was really pissed at the man –though, I didn't have to try too hard- I left him there after politely requesting that he didn't bother me again. You know when you ask somebody to do something, but you really want them to do the opposite, and you prey they do? Because our crazy race like to confuse people like that? Well, looking back on it, that's really what I wanted to happen. Though, perhaps Mr Bane could invest in some white sticky notes.


I walked into my office, the weight on my shoulder dragging me down as I slumped onto the chair. After my ordeal last night with Mr Bane, I most definitely hadn't fallen asleep, laying in my bed the whole night, not nodding off even once. Though, on the bright side, I had managed to finish the work I had been sure I would not be able to complete by today.

I threw said stack of papers down onto my desk, the folders in disarray, though still organized in some sort of twisted way that made sense to only me. It had taken me a whole hour to just place the photos in their correct places, and that was an hour I would never get back.

I blamed my zombie-like state completely on my boss, but in the end it would only hurt him, as when I was sleep deprived I didn't work as well. I looked down at my schedule, and not wanting to be late like yesterday, I rushed to the shoot, though it didn't start for half an hour.

As I swiftly walked down the halls, my camera bouncing on its cord, I looked to my side, proud. The walls of the photography section were decorated with the best photos, taken by the best, decided by the best. Not to brag, but quite a lot of the pictures were actually mine, and I looked along them, thinking about how I could have asked that module to move a bit for one of the, or positioned that camera differently for another.

Though my job was, of course, photographing modules in the newest fashion, it was not my highest passion. I liked the little things, capturing the beauty of the world. Sunrises, nature, innocent children playing in the summer light, the things that most people didn't see.

Lost in thought, I didn't see the women walking towards me until it was too late. We collided, and this time I clung to my folders as if they were my life line, clutching them with my left arm against my chest as tightly as I could. The coffee in her hand became airborne, flying through the air and coming to contact on my shirt. I tripped and she fell on top of me, her petite frame laying against my chest, her fiery ginger hair in my mouth. I laid there unmoving, desperately fighting the urge t push her off my and run away in embarrassment. Luckily, though, she soon lifted of me herself, he freckled face pink with blush.

The photographer in me notice how photogenic she was, with her bold hair, snow white skin and emerald green eyes. She started apologizing profusely, running her hands over the almost invisible coffee stain on my shirt before realizing what she was doing an pulling away, leaving me blushing even harder than she was. We both got our footing, looking into each other's eyes for a second. Spontaneously, we both started laughing, something I hadn't done for a very long time.


'Hi there, my names Alec Lightwood. Are you new here?" We sat in my office, me on my office chair, her on the table, her legs crossed gracefully, though I beg to differ. I certainly hope her answer was yes because, though I had never seen her around the office before, I wasn't one to pay that much attention, and, having made that same mistake before, didn't want to relive it.

"Yes actually, this is my first day." I smiled at her, whilst inwardly letting out the breath I had been holding.

"Well, I'm sorry for ruining it." I said, looking down and feeling bad about not paying attention.

"What are you talking about?" she replied, "I was the one that spilled coffee on you." I was happy that there were no hard feelings, because I think we're on the way to becoming great friends.


"So, where were you headed to when you… met me?" she asked curiously. The question brought up the memory of the photoshoot and, looking down at my watch, I realized I only had five minutes to get there.

"Shit. I had a photoshoot in five, 'gotta run. It was nice to meet you, hopefully we'll run into each other again." I smile, realizing the pun after I said it.

"Hopefully not so literally next time." She added, and we both laughed. "I'm Clary, by the way. Clary Fray." I shot her one last smile before turning and rushing to the set.


"Sorry, sorry." I exclaimed as I rushed into the room with only a minute to spare. "I was helping the newest member of our office." I explained to nobody in particular. Right, now I remember. Nobody care about you here I thought, my mood lowering significantly.

"No, stop looking like the fucking ice queen." I muttered loud enough for everyone to hear. I was starting to lose my temper, the models weren't trying, and though it didn't affect them that much –I would get them looking pretty in the end-, I didn't want to be here and my mood was officially at rock bottom. "Okay. Stay… there!" when Camille finally looked remotely okay, I snapped a picture, looking over it once before announcing that everyone could leave. "Dear lord, why does the universe hate me?" I said to myself, collecting my camera pieces and the papers before returning to my office.

I decide I had to go home at a remotely reasonable time today, as I had been sleep deprived for almost a week now and had pretty much become monosyllabic. I locked the door of my office and turned around, walking down the hall. Looking back on it, the day had been pretty good, with the new girl and all. Remorsefully, I realised I hadn't received and colourful messages. I was honestly surprised at how down I felt because of that, though, I guess I did ask.

As I carried on walking, I noticed one of the last offices with their lights on. As I walked passed and glance through the window, curious as to see who was here later then me, I say my red headed friend. Taking a leap of faith I knocked on the door and at her request, let myself inside.

"Alec! Nice to see you."

"You do realise that work ends at four thirty, right?" She properly looked up from her work, one brow lifted.

"I could say the same to you." She retorted, though in a joking manner. I grinned before stepping full into the room.

"You should go home to soon, don't over exert yourself on your first day." I said it softly, in the same tone I use when talking to my sister –aside to when she's being an ass, of course-. She nodded, giving her work one last glance before gathering it up in her arm and standing. She walked out from behind her desk and walked up to me, smiling sweetly.

"Yeah, you're probably right." She said, having to look up at me as I was unusually tall. I nodded before a thought came to mind.

"Are you doing anything tonight? I'm meeting up with my sibling for dinner, would you like to accompany me?" I think Izzy will like her, Jace, perhaps, no so much. She looked up to the ceiling as if thinking before looking back at me and nodding.

"I would love to, if you're sure I'm welcome." I nodded quickly.

"Of course you are." With that I lifted my arm, allowing her to pass under it. She did just that, giggling as she did so. I shut her door and we walked along side each other down the corner. Oblivious I was, though, to the saddened golden green stare burning into the back of my head as I left.

Damn, I sound like Yoda in that last sentence there. Oh well. I don't personally think the second chapter is as good as the first, but what do y'all think? Please review, gimmy all your thought.